It already has! Over and over and over again, time erased and rewritten indefinitely. We are sleepers walking forward into the past.
In the words of Shakespeare:
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
to the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more. It is a tale
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
signifying nothing." — Macbeth (Act 5, scene 5, lines 19-28)